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 Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective 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 rock 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.