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 Norway and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.