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 Albania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Television,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.