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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.