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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
10cc,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.