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 Ukraine and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.