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 Peru 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
Sparks,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.