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 Haiti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.