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 Yemen and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the electroclash 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.