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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.