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 Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
cv313,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.