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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Popol Vuh to the rap 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.