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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 harpsichord 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.