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 States and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.