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 States and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Busters to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.