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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
The Index,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.