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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Oneida to the rock 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.