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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the rock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Q65,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.