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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
Smog,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.