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 China and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.