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 Thailand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Smog,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.