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 Benin and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 This Heat to the dance 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.