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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
JFA,
the Slits,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.