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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.