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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Index,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.