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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.