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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
The Standells,
a-ha,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.