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 Suriname and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.