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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.