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 Korea North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gap Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.