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 Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.