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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Index,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.