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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 X-102 to the disco 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.