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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deadbeat to the jazz 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.