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 Sweden and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.