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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the punk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.