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 Libya 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.