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 Iraq and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.