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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.