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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Essential Logic 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.