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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
the Human League,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.