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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.