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 Portugal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.