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 Palau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fania All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.