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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Nico,
Scion,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.