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 Norway and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.