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 Spain and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Index to the disco 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.