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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sneak to the grunge 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
10cc,
The Names,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.