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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
The Index,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.