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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.