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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jawbox to the rap 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Interpol,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Can,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.