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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.