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 Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Vainqueur to the techno 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.