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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.