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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.