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 Japan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.