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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Eli Mardock 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.