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 Maldives 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scott Walker to the grunge 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.