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 Spain and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Joy Division to the disco 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.