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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.