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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.