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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Monolake,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.