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 Cyprus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.