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 Bhutan and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pulsallama to the funk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.