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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.