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 Bolivia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.