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 Iran and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Alphaville,
Television,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.