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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.