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 Djibouti and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Flag to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.