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 Peru and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.