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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sight & Sound to the rock 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.