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 Latvia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Brick,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.