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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.