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 Armenia and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.