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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.