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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.