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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.