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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Scan 7 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 J.B.'s,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Monks,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.