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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nils Olav to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
AZ,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.