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 Somalia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.