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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Move to the grime 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.