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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 World's Most to the grime 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Television,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.