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 Ireland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.