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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Modern Lovers to the punk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.