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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.