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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
cv313,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.