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 United States and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Magazine,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.