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 United States and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 arpeggiator 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.