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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Foxx to the dance 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.