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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Index to the dance 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.