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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
John Holt,
UT,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.