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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.