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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.