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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.