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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
The Index,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.