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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Ten City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.