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 Ethiopia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Lalann to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
CMW,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Lyres,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.