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 Korea South and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Cameo,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.