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 Panama and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 organ 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 Joy Division to the grime 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.