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 Gabon and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Dead Boys to the techno 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.