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 Germany and from Milan.
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 Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.