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 Japan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.