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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.