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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Mr. Review to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Q65,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.