Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iran and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.