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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Minor Threat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Q65,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Television,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.