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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Remains to the techno 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.