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 Mexico and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.