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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
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 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.