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 Oman and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Urselle to the disco 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.