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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
UT,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.