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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.