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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 The Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.