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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Cameo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
AZ,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Inner City,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.