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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 the Association to the jazz 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s.
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 Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.