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 Georgia and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Make Up,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.