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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.