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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
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.