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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.