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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.