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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Chrome,
Scion,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.