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 Taiwan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.