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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.