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 Maldives and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Bad Manners to the crunk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Nico,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.