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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.