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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Niagra,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.