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 Guinea 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.