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 Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.