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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.