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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Bill Near 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.