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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.