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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.