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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masters at Work to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.