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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
the Association,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.