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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the rock 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.