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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.