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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boredoms 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.