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 Qatar and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Misunderstood 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
June Days,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.