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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
X-101,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Index,
ABBA,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.