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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.