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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Remains to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.