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 Suriname and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Gong,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.