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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bush Tetras to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
UT,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.