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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.