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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Sex Pistols to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.