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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Camberwell Now to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
the Association,
Index,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.