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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the rock 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Slave,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.