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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.