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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.