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 Mauritania and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
10cc,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.