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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.