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 Croatia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.