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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Audionom,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.