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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.