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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fear 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.