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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.