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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.