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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the rock 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
cv313,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
The Move,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.