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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.