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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Junior Murvin to the rock 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.