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 Qatar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.