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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.