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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.