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 Malta and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.