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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Todd Terry to the dance 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
Television,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.