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 Yemen and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.