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 China and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.