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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 KRS-One to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
Wire,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.