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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rock 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.