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 Poland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultravox to the funk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.