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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.