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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Slave,
Can,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
cv313,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.