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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dave Gahan to the dance 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective 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?
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.