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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Television,
Flipper,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
UT,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.