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 Italy and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Flesh Eaters 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.