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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.