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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.