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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.