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 San Marino and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.