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 Uruguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.