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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Martian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
UT,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.