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 Tonga and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.