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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
The Standells,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.