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 Djibouti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.