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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.