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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Tres Demented to the disco 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.