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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Lakeside 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
10cc,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.