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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.