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 Denmark and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.