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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.