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 Slovenia and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.