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 Madagascar and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Monks,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Television,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.