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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.