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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Crooked Eye to the disco 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.