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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 spring reverb 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.