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 Namibia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Ultravox to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Scientists,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.