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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.