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 Canada and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Patti Smith to the rap 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip 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?
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.