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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Sexual Harrassment to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.