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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.