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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.