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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Index,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.