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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.