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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wally Richardson to the rock 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Japan,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.