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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.