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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Surgeon to the techno 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.