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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Jakarta and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Slackers to the punk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.