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 Serbia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 The Zeros to the techno 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
the Association,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.