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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Scion,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.