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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Sparks to the disco 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.