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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.