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 United Kingdom and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 The Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.