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 Somalia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.