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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.