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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
X-101,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Aswad,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.