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 India and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.