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 Cape Verde and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.