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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.