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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Crash Course in Science 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
UT,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.