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 Italy and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the dance 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.