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 Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Gong to the jazz 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.