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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the grime 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.