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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 guitar 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 Inner City to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
X-101,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.