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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 John Cale to the rap 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.