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 Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.