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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
Nas,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.