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 Liberia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q65 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
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Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.