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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.