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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Ludus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.