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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Chris Corsano to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
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.