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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.