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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.