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 Latvia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Real Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.