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 Syria and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Dark Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.