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 Palau 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 the Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.