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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Grass Roots to the crunk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.