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 Iran and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
Smog,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.