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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Popol Vuh to the rock 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.