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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Normal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Kayak,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.