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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
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KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Wings,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Television,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.