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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the crunk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.