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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
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 808 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 Shadows of Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.