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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Count Five to the disco 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.