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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.