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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Standells to the funk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.