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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.