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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the disco 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.