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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Model 500 to the techno 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.