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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.