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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Techniques to the techno 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.