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 Croatia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.