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 Luxembourg and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 The Gories to the electroclash 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.