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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Surgeon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.