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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MDC to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.