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 Iraq and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
PIL,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.