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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 The Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.