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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Wire,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.