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 Panama and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rapeman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.