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 Sweden and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.