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 Norway and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.