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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the grunge 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.