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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.