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 Indonesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.