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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
Q65,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.