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 Benin and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.