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 Peru and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Suicide to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.