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 Eritrea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Crime,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Can,
Cameo,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.