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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Interpol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.