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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Robert Görl to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Index,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.