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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Slits 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
DNA,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.