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 Mauritius and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 John Foxx to the electroclash 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.