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 South Africa 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 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 One Last Wish to the rock 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.