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 Brunei and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare to the techno 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.