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 Lithuania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.