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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
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 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 Inner City to the electroclash 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.