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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.