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 Afghanistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.