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 Namibia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Scion,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.