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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the dance 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Japan 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 electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Television,
Brick,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.