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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 This Heat to the rock 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.