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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.