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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.