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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.