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 Niger and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.