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 Germany and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.