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 Niger and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
MDC,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Visage,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.