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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quadrant to the jazz 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Nico,
CMW,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Slave,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.