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 Hungary and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Ultravox to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.