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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD 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?
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Rekid,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.