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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.