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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.