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 Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.