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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Buckinghams to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.