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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.