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 Morocco and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.