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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Prince Buster to the punk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
the Association,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.