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 Romania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Cybotron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.