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 the UAE and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.