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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
DNA,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.