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 Estonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Cymande,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.