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 China and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.