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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Detroit Cobras to the rap 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.