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 Panama and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.