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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Jacques Brel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.