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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Massinfluence to the dance 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.