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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marmalade to the electroclash 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.