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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Q65,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.