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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.