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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Nas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Smog,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
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.