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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.