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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gories to the electroclash 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Television,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.