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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Green to the dance 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.