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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
New Order,
the Association,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.