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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Scrapy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Franke,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.