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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.