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 Libya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Nas,
the Association,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.