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 Malawi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.