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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Suburban Knight to the grime 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
CMW,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.