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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.