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 Belarus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jeff Mills to the disco 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.