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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 The Five Americans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green 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?
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.