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 Albania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.