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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.