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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 the Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.