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 Gambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blake Baxter to the rock 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.