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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.