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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.