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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.