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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
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 sitar 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 Brass Construction to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Japan,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.