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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.