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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.