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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
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 snare 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.