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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Flash Fearless to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.