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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Model 500 to the funk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
cv313,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.