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 Benin and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Jeff Mills to the rock 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
10cc,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.