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 Lebanon 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zeros to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.