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 Grenada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.