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 Serbia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Minutemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.