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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Television,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.