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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Cluster,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.