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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.