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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.