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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.