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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.