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 Zambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Busters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.