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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
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 guitar 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Visage,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.