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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Moon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.