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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus 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?
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Scion,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.