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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.