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 Iran and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Dennis Brown to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Swans,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.