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 Sweden and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 The Modern Lovers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.