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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chocolate Watch Band 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Faust,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.