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 Maldives and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Index,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.