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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.