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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.