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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
UT,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.