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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.