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 Brunei and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Junior Murvin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.