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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Depeche Mode to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.