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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.