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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.