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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.