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 Namibia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.