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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.