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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
The Saints,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.