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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
DNA,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.