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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.