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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.