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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.