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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Rotary Connection to the grime 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
PIL,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.