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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glenn Branca to the grime 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
JFA,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Interpol,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.