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 Ukraine and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.