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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.