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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Index to the dance 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.