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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the techno 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Fear,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.