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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.