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 Lithuania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Interpol,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.