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 Gambia and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Count Five to the funk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.