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 China and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.