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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Quando Quango to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Can,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.