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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.