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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.