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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
UT,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.