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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.