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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Das Ding to the grunge 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.