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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
X-102,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.