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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Tears for Fears to the dance 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.