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 Brunei and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.