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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Blossom Toes to the techno 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.