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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Dawn Penn to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.