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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Pop Group to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.