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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Dark Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
Darondo,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.