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 Malta and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Invisible,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Wings,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.