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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Moby Grape to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Can,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Magma,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.