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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Wire,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.