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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Inner City,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.