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 Malta 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Niagra to the grunge 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.