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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Cure to the techno 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.