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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.