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 Kiribati 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 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?
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.