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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.