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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.