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 Tunisia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Divine Comedy 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.