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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Quantec,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.