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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Black Moon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.