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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
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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.