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 Kingdom and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the techno 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.