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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Fugs to the funk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.