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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fluxion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.