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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.