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 Tonga and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.