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 Egypt and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.