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 Andorra and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.