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 Uganda and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.