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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Flipper,
Aswad,
ABC,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
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.