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 Thailand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.