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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.