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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Loose Ends to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.