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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.