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 Austria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Smog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.