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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.