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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.