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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.