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 Armenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.