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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.