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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.