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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.