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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.