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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.