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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the rap 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.