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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
The Litter,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.