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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
The Remains,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.