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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Quantec,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
the Association,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.