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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Crime,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.