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 Tanzania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Can,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.