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 Togo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.