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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
The Martian,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Magma,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
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.