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 Nepal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 the Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Q65,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.