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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the rap 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.