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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Wells to the rock 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.