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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the punk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Organ,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.