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 Barbados and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Traffic Nightmare 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
the Germs,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.