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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.