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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
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 Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T 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?
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.