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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.