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 Lebanon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Pole,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.