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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Graham Central Station to the techno 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.