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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 The Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.