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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Desert Stars to the funk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.