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 Kuwait and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Index to the electroclash 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
cv313,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.