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 Nauru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
MDC,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.