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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.