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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buzzcocks 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.