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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Subhumans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.