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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Josef K to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.