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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Pop Group to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.