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 Kyrgyzstan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.