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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.