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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.