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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.