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 Barbados and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.