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 Nicaragua 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pagans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Japan,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.