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 Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 DJ Style to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.