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 Sudan 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.