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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.