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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Neon Judgement to the rap 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.