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 Togo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 The Dead C to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flag. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Zapp,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.