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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett 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?
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
Television,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.