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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.