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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 In Retrospect to the techno 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Josef K,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.