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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.