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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.