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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 DJ Style to the techno 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.