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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.