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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.