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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Porter Ricks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.