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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Charles Mingus 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.