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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Warren Ellis to the grime 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Little Man,
Lyres,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.