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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.