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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Man Parrish to the funk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.