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 Burkina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.