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 Mexico and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.