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 Burundi and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
The Move,
PIL,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
New Order,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.