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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Raincoats to the disco 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.