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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Swans,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Smog,
World's Most,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.