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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Marine Girls to the dance 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Model 500,
Mars,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.