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 Sweden and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.