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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lungfish to the punk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
X-101,
Second Layer,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.