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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Sight & Sound to the grime 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.