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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.