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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Harmonia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.