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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.