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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
the Association,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.