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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Normal 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.