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 Ecuador and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Ronan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.