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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 T. Rex to the rock 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.