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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the grime 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.