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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Maurizio to the techno 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.