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 Barbados and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.