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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Pole to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.