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 Bahrain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 DJ Style to the funk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.