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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.