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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.