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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.