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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Radiohead to the electroclash 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen 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?
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.