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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motions to the rap 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.