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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.