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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Prince Buster to the crunk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy 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?
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.