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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America 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?
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.