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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Searchers to the grunge 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.