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 South Africa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.