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 France and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Television,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.